Theatre of the Absurd was born out of the era after World War II, when life seemed meaningless to many people in the wake of the total destruction, chaos, and ultimately astounding death tolls.
Authors like Albert Camus and Samuel Beckett wrote several plays that seemed to make absolutely no sense. Activities are repeated in a cycle, even small, seemingly pointless activities, such as brushing your teeth. These repeated activities are given meaning just by the sheer number of times they are performed.
The main point to recognize with Theatre of the Absurd is that
IT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE.
At least not on the outside.
Not on the surface.
Not superficially.
Not superficially.
You have to look deeper.
Below all the actions and the silly conversations and the words and phrases that seem to make no connection.
Below all the actions and the silly conversations and the words and phrases that seem to make no connection.
The deeper you look, the more you may find.
Or perhaps, you won't find much, but that in itself is a deep point.
By not finding anything, you realize that life is pointless.
And that realization is deep and meaningful in itself. :)
It's one big cycle. :)
^^Waiting for Godot :)
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